Shaping The Mold

The sun has risen on my path again, a new journey has begun,

These rested hands cry out for my tools and my feet beg to run.

The stars dance as the clouds bow before my familiar gaze,

The breath of Earth spreads through the land and clears away the haze.

A new song has been sung from the lips of fate that draws me like a flame,

And now my tortured soul yearns for the birth of its true and final name.

My journeys before have forged my mind into a great and mighty tool,

But the trial that beckons for me now possesses its own secret rules.

So now that the mold is gone and my chains of rest have been sold,

It’s time to find my true self and bend the world so I can shape the mold.


Strained Inside

Pulled and pushed, my soul is scarred

Duty and growth my path is marred

Decisions made muddle my sight

Family or self what is my fight?

Teach and learn or lie alone

Respect your blood, love your bones

The angles of life point to light

The links of family grant us might

The compass spins never to rest

The hands of fate demand your best


Eyes locked shut and chained in shadow never to be released

Ninety days of savage wars reigned with no signs of peace

On broken knees and shredded hands the weary find shelter

With virtues and strength they finally break their fetters

Ninety years of peace and knowledge finally finds the key

And with blinding light from above their ancient eyes are free.

From Dry Bones

Scorched beneath the darkened sun left cracked and dry

Beaten by the starved sands tortured from the tearless sky

Buried by the shattered hopes of an army of broken souls

Bound by chains forged from countless tattered goals

Till a single speck of mist landed on the parched bones

And life was beckoned from the grim and dreary stones

Within the heart of the dusty corpse a grand oasis grew

And now the dreams old have meshed with hopes of new

Split Open

Broken on the inside with pieces stuck to the bone

This shell is eternal, stubborn and hard like stone

The rays of light seek the path hidden within the scars

But the trek is futile for I am chained within mental bars

I seek the warden who hid the keys from my sullen eyes

As my shepherd  rains crimson rain from the golden skies

I hear the drops fall upon this retched and bloody cage

But only pain and confusion oozes from my unjust rage

As the cleansing drops seep into this fragile cocoon

I feel the light of grace raise my soul with the moon

And as this scarred cocoon is slowly soaked and lit

Now fed by grace I have the strength to make it split



The mountains bow down before me

I hear the praises of the endless sea

The sky showers me with heavenly praises

The moon dances between its regal phases

I remember when I was mortal bound by doubt

My voice was chained but my soul could shout

I heard its cries deep within the cage urging me grow

The world shivered as my power started to overflow

And Now I stand more than simple man standing alone

Now I am a master a king and I proudly sit on my throne.


Is this mist or is it light within this place

I am moving but cannot control my pace

I feel nothing, nothing but true fullfilment

I care not for my past in this “happy” moment

What is this place of enigmatic eternity

A strange place between rage and serenity

There is no want or hunger in this space

as I awaken the truth my heart starts to race

Why must I leave this empty room of infinity

To be separated from the truth of my identity.

Shallows Of Albus

As I slowly float through this white and murky sea

I breath in my dreams and the bubbles of eternity

Above the waves I hear the roar and hungry bellows of war

And I felt the turbulence as they trod through the milky shore

My eyes watched as the sea slowly turned crimson red

And the depths increased its pressure as it filled with dread

I did not move nor did I flinch as the beast approached in greed

For I new this sea was mine and I had all that  I needed to succeed.

Covered in Ashes

In the midst of the sleeping storm I feel life crawling into my pores,

the pain of thought causes boiling sweat to clean and heal my sores.

I remember how I gave up and cast my will aside to sloth and greed,

but deep within my dormant corpse my passion slept inside a seed.

Never again shall I submit to the whispers and songs of doubt and fear,

my strength lies in my passion, will and faith and I will hold them dear.

So I will gather strength from the lessons gained from the scars and lashes.

As I stand in the midst of the world soaked in my own victory covered in ashes.

Joy in Life

I smile at lightning

chuckle at thunder

I revel in the fighting

and treasure my blunders

I anticipate the end of life

and savor all of its pain

I love the bounty and the strife

I embrace the drought and the rain

In all things I see the beauty of reality

whether it be shadow or light

I float between genius and insanity

I have rejected the chains of wrong and right.